Saturday, August 9, 2008
sorrow
Love is pain and nothing more. Our desires mix with false life and we become confused. We lose our way and make bad choices that we regret until were dead and gone forever. That confusion carries to the next life as a representation of our failure to be the people we could have been. I will not be an unhappy ghost!
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